"And so, my fellow Americans   Ask not.. what your country can do for you   Ask what you can do for your country" -> President John F. Kennedy      "And now, back to New York"      [Pete Nice]   Heart as, hard as, Chinese arithmetic   Avante garder, not a heretic   Figure out a right rhyme, stick it in my cranium   Pete Nice, elemental like uranium   Throwin joints, blowin like a cool breeze   Swimmin in, I lift on juice, I wax MC's   These hoes go frontin on my Jimmy   I smack em on the back, sit em down, say   "Gimme some rhythm" (Rhythm!) Baby loosen up my collar   I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor   Ready willin, fillin, killin for a Billin, Top   I never stop, with Serch and Sam drillin it   Soul in the Hole, MC's workin   Kickin it, vickin, the suckers who be jerkin   Me and my posse are hardcore, you want some more   reason that I'm squeezin your girl (You never please her!)   So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter   Cut her off, my wisdom wiser so I muster   rows of all opposed, lows conquer all   Those who pose as dope I say nope, I wear def clothes   Dapper like Dan from, three the hard one   Never stigmatize as a rapper or I'll slap ya   You're stung from my tongue as you run from the drum   (Diggy drum) Three the hard way, wordz of wizdom      "This time there was three"   "One two.." "Three the hard way!"   "This time there was three"   "One two.." "Three the hard way!"      [MC Serch]   A branch of the hip-hop tip grills your dome   You're toe ingrown low showin you ain't got nobody home   Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out   Make you your will Bill, three is gonna break out   the stylee, me and P-E-T-E   Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo   Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat   and I'll lay the plan OH man   you just got taken, I took a head out   Attack on the back of the six of the Guinness Stout   Usin abusin, those of the past tense   Funning gunning, but I'm summing up the nonsense   Three, the hard way, cards laid are OK   Gettin up and settin up, just for a payday   The minister, sinister (I ain't no devil!)   Ten snakes circle and scoundrel Sam level   This track to SMACK, the smile off a doubter   The brother's, another MC who's about   frontin like he's buntin, deceivin the delinquent   Rappers on track, bustin out a medium   For those opposed, who manifest a diss   Pete tell em: "Manifest THIS!"   Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen   Yo I'm Elvis with the wordz of wizdom      "This time there was three"   "One two.." "Three the hard way!"   "This time there was three"   "One two.." "Three the hard way!"      [Pete Nice]   A ludicrous buddhist, boo this when I do this   So true to this, perpetrators view this   style, empirical, lyrical, it's critical   Three the hard way, boy you need medical attention   I'm like a surgeon in my left hand   hold a microphone like a scalpel so you understand   Wordz of wisdom, woven like a spider   Bitch on my tip, I get busy and I ride her   uptown, then I drown her like a psycho-pathic   cause I'm graphic on the mic I never let go   Light skinner eat dinner like a soul man   Prove with the rhyme I'm down, Sam's hands   transform strong (too strong) as a good pitch   switch up the wizdom, into word which   kicks out the Benzi in a frenzy it sends me   up the Bronx River back to Brooklyn apprehends me   like a d-tech bustin my man in the projects   I'll send you up North, I ain't givin respect   Prejudicial, your style artificial   As live as limb that's attached to a criple   It's simple (so simple) eliminate you like Gotti   I chill in Bed-Stuy and drive a Mazzeratti   With the body of a freak on my side, how am I livin?   (How ya livin?) Larger than large, with the wordz of wizdom      [MC Serch]   Hyper-selective, Serch is attracting   females who focus on the future, not slacking   Rhythmic it's too quick, feel it, I let it flow   Sam Sever seas'll submerge, so let it go   throughout, or put out, lyrics like a d-valve   Speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out   and seek out, a three the hard way endeavor   Pete Nice, Serch, produced by Sam Sever   Livin in my shoes boy, this is not Shoe Town   A showdown for Motown, it's a new sound   Lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece   Foamin at the mouth punk, you need a leash   What are you sick?? I'm a slick stupid scientist   Rhymin that you can't comprehend (but you're buyin this)   Record I'm wreckin, my homeboys are breakin   Hopin that you're copin, no slopin, I'm not takin no shorts   Cause I'm playin the high post   Ask any girl in the place, who's the fly most   brother with a cover, shootin to my cribbo   The tease wants a please, girl screamin ditto   so I did this, I needed the bed rest   Hangin with the bangin on the strength, there's no contest   Physically or lyrically, it's my kingdom   Stingin em and bringin em the wordz of wizdom      "This time there was three"   "One two.." "Three the hard way!"   "This time there was three"   "One two.." "Three the hard way!"      [MC Serch]   Shammo.. hook up the def mix!   Hahahahahahaha...   Ahh, ahhahaha hahahahah tch tch tch   Hahahaha   Ahh ahahahhaha hah      "All but three of the defendants were found guilty"   ..   "All but three of the defendants were found guilty"      Hahahahh ahahhahhah      ..      See-ya! *echoes*      *some singing*      Yo yo... that's ridiculous.. *echoes*